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Sunday, 16 February 2014

Tunnel Vision (VisDare)

Its length lay stretched before her; taunting. Beth had been here before. Yesterday.
Again, again. It would not beat
her. Not yet. She would tread the gauntlet – retrace her
steps. Touch the rough walls, feeling forwards,
seeking the doorway she hoped yet to find.
Her exit from the cycle; loop stuck on repeat, no respite.

She was unsure of the numerics – a deliberate omission; her
mind similarly resetting itself? She hoped
not – her brain was what was left amongst the roughened floorboards, the
constricting walls. Behind them, lurked the
Unspeakable, source of unintelligible sound.
Infrequent. Beth had no wish to
stir the whatever - creeping forwards, seeking still for speed. She knew the lights would fail pre-end,
familiar of old. That marked the end and
the beginning.